The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-10-16


that morning unarmed excepting his
hunting knife.
80" snarled the Chief Grey Wolf,
''the white hunter seeks to rob the
lodges of the poor Indian of its fairest
flower"
The white man loves sweet flowers as
well as does his red BROTHER. Why do
you grasp your arms-is there not peace
between us?'
Peace for a lying white man who
would rob us2 No: no peace till we
avenge the insult done to our great
chief"
Wouldn't it be better to let your
great chief avenge his own wrongs"
said Jack exasperated with sheer, "oI
are you so spelling for fight that you
come two to one TO an unarmed man,
and buster around to show your cour-
age? l see through your plans, my
red friends, but neither of you will ever
win the Morning Dawn Go, my
love" said he TO the shrinkin girl,
land If those snarling ours dare 10 mo
lest me, IL try and give good account
of them"
mot so, my chief, come life, come
death, l am with you. Let the towards
come on. I'm only girl. but l can
shoot straight, and yCur heart, Grey
Wolf, shall be my target If you come
one step nearer"
The girl looked resolute and grand in
her anger. Slipping gently backward
from the encircling arm of Jack, she
had drawn her bow, fitted an arrow to
the string, and stood left foot forward,
poised ready to launch the shaft of
death, which at that distance could
scarcely fail to be fatal. The rival chiefs
looked anything but pleased at this
checkmate-f for their assault on Jack
aloEe might cost them dear did iC not
move the approval of Big Buffalo; and
to Injure Morning Dawn" would be
little less than death itself. They would
have postponed the meeting if they
could do so-it had been their wild
jealousy that had precipitated matters,
for they had no orders from their chief
to interfere at all. But when they saw
Jack upon the hillside, saw the Morn
ing Dawn" slip out of the village they
were confident it was to meet her lover ;
and sending word of what they saw to
Big Buffalo, they had followed, but in
such wav that they had not found the
lovers until the moment they burst into
The glade.
But now they both felt and looked
foolish. The white man, though COM
paratively unarmed, did not brighten at
all, and to have the young girl turn
upon them like an enraged tigress, up
set all their calculations. They dare
not hurt her, therefore they dare not
precipitate matters; but if any
body ever nursed hatred in their hearts
then did these two braves, and it would
go hard, indeed, with either jack Of
ID f,I
INTO their power. How to get out of
the scrape with credit, they knew not.
and the situation was telling on them
fast-but perhaps the Big Buffalo would
come.
Tie situation was quite dramatic
quite of the horrifying, tabieau kind
more to be enjoyed By the locker on
tnan by the actors therein. But it was
at length broken by the coming of the
Big Buff4lo. The Big Buffalo was as
his name implies, big man, huge,
heavy man. The Big Buffalo had been
excited, had been in considerable of a
hurry, and mounting a hill in haste
does not increase the evenness and
peacefulness of a PERSONS breathing.
| Therefore, when we say he was breath
less, it is hardly figure of speech
| lack of breath and what he saw k pt
him silent, while in a wild way his eyes
kept moving around. He tried to look
dignifed. He tried to be imposing, but
hardly succeeded to his liking, for his
breath would come in gasps, and his
heart would beat unanimously in spite
of his tirmness of will or strength of
purpose.
SO" said he, at last recovering his
mind. what means this handling of
arms? have the white and the red men
dug up the hatchet2"
No, chief" said Jack firmly. deter
mined to have his say, the white men
have not dug up the Ratchet, though it
seems as those two handsome f.llowers
of yours have."s
What does the Morning Dawn
here? Speak Why are yoa away
from the LODGE"
The Morning Dawn cane for a
walk and met the white hunter. Then
came the Grey Wolf and the Black
Crow and would have slain him, but l
knew the Big Buffalo would be angry,
so | would not they should"
SIS not the tongue of the Morning
Dawn crooked? Did she meet the white
hunter by chance or did she seek the
white hunter? Aud why should my
daughter care il The white hunter is
wounded or killed, or not?"
IL was very trying position for the
girl to be in, fearing her father as she
did, but she seemed to think the bold
est course best.
Why care l whether the white
hunter is killed or not? Because love
him. 1 did not meet the white hunter
by chance, l came to seek him."
r'grunted the chief, an ominou!
frown appearing on his brow. ugh
Tue daughter of a big chief seeks pale
faced IoVer-dog of a whiteman," crleC
ne, turning upon Jack, his voice risine
high and shrill in anger. why come
you to steal away my child? Is it no
enough to loose our lands, our game
our streams by the white man. intrud-
ing footsteps, but must we lose oul
children too2 Would you take my
child-think you to make a play thing
of her for a little while, and then tC
cast her off and leave her to sorrow
Think you l want such as you to give
my children : my fayorite daughter
too. A hundred brave chiefs stanC
ready to take her from me, and shall 6
hated white man carry her off? No
MOI a thousand times no. Better tht
wolves nf the mountains tear her x